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Chapter 109: Who The Hell Sent These Three Men?
Giving up the idea of hailing a taxi, Mae quickened her pace towards the nearby subway station. However, just as she took a couple of steps, a sudden roar from the opposite lane drew her attention. An old black Volkswagen car accelerated aggressively, veering in her direction.
Her heart raced as she backtracked, the towering hospital wall at her rear limiting her options. With swift reflexes, she dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding a collision as the Volkswagen slammed into the wall, trailing white smoke from its front end.
In her haste to evade the car’s impact, Mae stepped away, and in doing so, she inadvertently stepped on a small stone, twisting her ankle painfully.
Despite the burst of severe pain, she had no time for it now. She had to leave the scene before anything happens to her. Suddenly, a group of men emerged from the crashed car, advancing menacingly toward her. It was clear they were after her.
Mae’s brows furrowed as she prepared for a confrontation. Two men closed in, attempting to seize her shoulders. She sidestepped their grasp, seizing the lead man’s arm instead and employing a deft over–the–shoulder throw that sent him crashing to the ground.
The other two assailants were stunned for two seconds and then immediately lunged at her with fists raised. Mae’s agility allowed her to evade their attacks effortlessly. Her long, slender legs lifted up high, hooked the man’s neck, and pushed it down, and then by using the man’s strength to get up, his fists rushed straight to the knot of the other man’s throat.
By doing so, a sharp pain shot through her injured ankle, reminding her of its vulnerability. And it wasn’t long before a dense and fine sweat oozed out from her forehead.
When she was distracted, Mae’s back received a hard kick, she stumbled, and her injured foot directly knelt on the ground. Seeing that those two men rushed towards her again, Mae’s eyes flashed, ready to throw her life away.
Suddenly, a familiar voice sliced through the tension. “Mae!”
Turning her head, Mae saw Mark dispatch one of the attackers. His imposing figure loomed in her vision, a mixture of concern and determination in his eyes.
Mark’s presence provided a momentary respite. Mae propped herself against the wall. Lifting her ankle, the sprained area had already swollen high up into a large lump, she frowned to hold it back, and her hand explored her ankle to feel the sprained area.
Unluckily, the ankle was misaligned, and the sharp pain was getting worse bit by bit.
She gritted her teeth as she stood against the wall, grappling with the pain as she observed the unfolding scene. Mark faced off against the remaining adversaries with a composed intensity.
This was the first time Mae saw Mark fighting, his movements were fast, precise, and unexpected, as if he had gone through a long period of professional training.
The tide began to turn in Mark’s favor. His movements were swift and precise, the result of practiced proficiency. Within minutes, two of the men were incapacitated, writhing on the ground.
Just as the third assailant faced Mark’s relentless assault, the police arrived, alerted by the commotion.
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“These three people just attempted to kidnap someone. You guys take them back for a proper interrogation.” Mark provided a brief explanation to the officers, directing them to take the attackers into custody. With a quick glance at Mae, Mark hurried to her side.
“Are you hurt?” Mark’s concern was palpable as he inquired about Mae’s well–being.
Mae, lost in her thoughts, only staring thoughtfully in the direction of the police car’s departure, shook her head in a daze.
Who exactly sent these three men?
Look at their hands are specially trained killers‘ bodyguards and other personnel, obviously hired.
Who hired them? She had only been back for how long, who had she made a grudge against?
Or… did these few people simply recognize the wrong person?
Mae decisively dismissed the latter, those who could be hired to kill or kidnap people could not possibly do any homework, it was obvious that the other party was coming for her.
“Mae?” As Mark persisted with his inquiries, Mae forced her mind back to the present. She met his gaze, momentarily captured by the intensity in his eyes.
“Are you all right, did they hurt you anywhere?”
Mae shook his head somewhat dazedly, “It’s fine, just now…… thank you.”
After a vicious battle just now, Mark’s hair was a little messy, and the suit also appeared some faint creases, but on the whole, it did not look much of a mess, but added a few points of wildness that people could not help but take a look at more.
Looking at Mark in front of her, Mae’s mind could not help but lift up that long–lost memory.
At that time, Mark was dressed in simple casual clothes, looking much more tender than now, and his eyes were not so cold as now.
Love at first sight was something Mae had never truly believed in until she met Mark. The memory of their first meeting still held its charm for Mae. She had fallen in love with Mark at that very moment, an encounter that defied her previous notions of love. Mark had become the embodiment of a true gentleman, a sight that left her captivated and convinced of the existence of love at first sight.
Yet, with that profound love came a sobering reality that dispelled her romantic fantasies. Their initial encounter that is anything but romantic etched into Mae’s memory. It was a stark juxtaposition against the harsh truths that followed when you took off the rose–colored glasses.
That initial rush of emotions, once so vivid, now collided with a sudden ache in her heart. The pain snapped her back to the present. She averted her gaze from Mark, her steps faltering as she attempted to leave. Unmindful of her injured ahkle, she winced in pain as she took a step forward.
“Let me see,” Mark’s voice was laced with concern as he reached out to support her. He squatted down, his hand extending towards her ankle. However, Mae recoiled, avoiding his touch.
“It’s fine. I just accidentally twisted my ankle on a stone,” she replied nonchalantly, her focus on her own injury.
But compared to earlier, the lump on her ankle was more convex and obvious.
Mark’s tone tightened as he noticed the swelling on her ankle. “It’s swollen like this, and you still say it’s fine?”
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Ignoring his concern, Mae continued to examine her ankle, pressing on the tender area. In an instant, Mark’s arms enveloped her, lifting her off her feet.
“Mark, what are you doing? Put me down!” Mae protested, struggling against his hold. Her efforts only seemed to intensify Mark’s grip.
“I’m taking you to see an orthopedic surgeon,” Mark’s voice remained steady, his demeanor unruffled.
“No, I can handle it on my own. Just put me down,” Mae demanded, attempting to mask her frustration.
At this point in time, there were the most pedestrians on the road, especially in front of the hospital, there were even more people coming and going.
Right now, alone, quite a few people were looking their way one after another.
Aware of the growing crowd and the slippery snowy ground, she suppressed her struggles, was afraid of attracting too much attention, and didn’t dare to struggle too hard.
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